Oh, you can't speak with amouthful of socks, take them out Graham, it's rude not to answer. Now,is it okay to call you Graham?" Master Sir, this pathe...ic sissy answers to the name Gwendolyn." Very good Graham! You see, I like to call you Graham because itreminds you or who you really are. Gwendolyn is your shameful,humiliating existence that you wish would go away, but Graham, I willmake sure that Gwendolyn is going to be around for a few more months.Now, I'm going to leave because I really. .. touch you in some way while you did that?" Nope." I smiled and shrugged. "I just ... cleaned."There were a bunch more questions, but I didn't admit to anything. I didn't like those people, snooping around and asking questions, like they were angels sent from God himself to pass judgment on my Master and my school. My whole country in fact. I knew a lot of other countries didn't like us just because we had slaves, but that wasn't any of their business anyway, so far as I could tell. It wasn't. Part of her knew she deserved to be spanked. But her pride told her she was the most successful account manager at the company and in no way deserved to be paddled like a schoolgirl. But finally, the rational part of her mind said that if she didn't go along with this, she wasn't going to be an account manager anymore come Monday morning. Finally, her eyes shifted. She said, "Fine. You've got me, I suppose." Mark said, "I want you to turn around and bend over and put your elbows on the desk.". They were not his size or his style anyway. Besides, I was tired of hearing her bitching about her lost clothes.So, instead, I gave Alex money to get the clothes she wanted. I also started to think of him as she, a girl and not a boy. She knew exactly what she wanted: dresses, skirts, tops, bras, panties etc. I think she also bought some "naughtier" clothes, but I didn't know for sure since I didn't go shopping with him. But for the way he dressed in front of me, it was clear that his goal was.